Never a Pet (Kyra)

[Aello]

The fire danced against the aurist's pupils, fanning the flames of two dark, smoldering coals. "Care?" Aello asked as her forehead wrinkled, her brow, a thin, furry chestnut colored caterpillar falling against the thinly etched lines. Stark, against such a pale white canvas. The occasional droplet of rain still seemed to cling to the undersides of some of the fine strands, magnifying the lines, although, given the light or lack thereof, it would prove difficult to see. "About what exactly, might one ask, dear stranger?" Aello inquired, before pausing a moment, giving each person present a chance to choose their own words. "About them?" she went on, before pausing another moment, turning to face Kyra as she did so. Settling muddied irises upon golden orbs, likened to the sun. "Why no, I do not suppose either of us would. They are not precisely what one would call good company, or even willing companions." She smiled wickedly then, her eyes sparkling with her amusement. "So let them freeze and starve for a night or two, I will not sleep any less on the thoughts of it." She paused again, as she licked her lips, wetting that which threatened to grow dry by the fireside. As she drew her tongue back into her mouth, the huntress spoke again, "but about many other things, yes." Her eyes darted over the carcass in the distance, that which she kept close as she spoke. Each word measured, precise, uttered with slight inflection. "Life which leads into death, Dira's will, Tanroa's, whether their favor is garnered in this life. Lily. Nex. Alenias. What remains of the past, as it falls into the present; the future." She smiled weakly, "the one served at the end of the day... Kelvics..." Although Aello had not yet picked up on the woman's secret, Kyra may have noted the way the word was spoken. Softly, as though it were meant to be little more than a whisper. And yet it was given such a strange inflection, as though she offered the word some sort of reverence or protection in how it was noted. A defense against those who could never understand the sacred bonds. The senses which awakened with a coupling, at the level of friendship as opposed to romance. Perhaps it would have put Kyra at unease, but Aello would never have noticed, having drawn her gaze back over to the fire. Her ears to its incessant crackling. The slight pop of it, when it spat out another series of sparks. Flying in circles around the cavern, before sputtering out as though they were little more than a firefly's behind. Set to certain whims and flights of fancy. As she began to lose herself to another far off, meditative state, her senses were roused by the clamor of the Kelvic, closely followed to the outrage of the small clay woman sitting upon her knee. Red pigmentation flooding her burnt cheeks as her tiny hands balled into fists. "By Rhysol what am I?" Lily growled as her body began to tense. Her cheeks puffing out as her unblinking gaze settled upon the Kelvic. "I am a pycon," Aello's companion explained. "Have you yet to hear of us?" Lily asked. "We are creatures of alchemy, cast in bodies of clay. Compact creatures with a heart for adventure, seeing as they are neither witless nor blind like you overgrown lot." Aello, frustrated, and perhaps slightly embarassed as well, lifted her right hand and set it against her pycon's back. "Hush now Lily," the huntress near cooed. Her voice meant to be both soft and soothing. "Your kind is not common, and strange to the eyes of man who think you a deception. A mere figment of their imaginations." She paused. "How could you fault her ignorance? Yell at her when she has obviously never seen a pycon before?" The huntress fell silent as her eyes danced over the pycon's form. As she felt the etchings of a clay spine pressing up against her palm. "It still frustrates me," the pycon grumbled under her breath. Causing the huntress to smile weakly as she stifled a chuckle or two. "I know, it would be no different if one thought me a dhani," Aello replied. "But still, calm your heart Lily. I am sure she meant you no offense," with that, she pulled her hand away from the pycon's back, and looked up at the Kelvic with a cold, piercing gaze. One that was well practiced, and seemed to peer through her very flesh, into her soul. "Isn't that right, stranger?" OOCAngry Lily is angry, which makes Aello angry, and you will not like it when Aello is angry. =S

[Kyra]

As the young kelvic had thought, the woman carried nothing for the men that she said she traveled with. It seemed the normal human behavior mostly, that selfish goal of only thinking of oneself. Bizarre and twisted their minds were, all living together within cities right on top of each other, yet no one cared should the person next to them became a corpse. It was different for her growing up, being in a home with people that truly cared for her and showed her such love each day. But that was in the past, a time long ago, before she ever bore her fangs at anyone. In her time since those days, she had also become desensitized to the woes of others and only saw what she needed and took it. So the huntress had left her camp to freeze and starve, what did she care, she had her meal.

She listened silently, allowing the warming flames to dry her hair and clothing. Her gaze wandered back towards the deer every so often, before returning to the woman as she spoke. Her words were a bit puzzling, a speech about life, death, kelvics? If it weren't for the rumbling in her belly, she might have asked what the woman knew of her kind, but at the moment the thought faded away. Sadly she couldn't eat, not yet. It didn't seem wise to settle in and start a meal in front of a stranger, but there was more to it. Kyra simply didn't like to eat while others watched. It seemed to disturb her and in some ways turn about her appetite.

The fire that raged on did well to warm her more. She could feel the warmth return to her cheeks, and what little color she had returned from the ghostly pale that she had when she first entered. Although her clothing was still wet, the heat from the fire touched her and calmed the chill in her shoulders. It was a strange day, and with that came a strange encounter. Most human's that had met Kyra were all pleased to meet her and openly welcomed her company. But this woman, she didn't seem to care much, or even curious as to how a small girl was able to drag a full deer into the cave alone.

Unless she already knew the answer, if she truly was what Kyra imagined her to be. This idea had been further fed once she noticed the small clay woman sitting on her knee. It was unlike anything that she had ever seen, and she found herself even more surprised when it turned and yelled at her. Kyra's eyes widened, and she jumped a bit as she took the scolding from the tiny woman. She stood silent for a tick, taking it all in. Then suddenly her golden gaze started to sparkle and a tremor stretched across her lips as she started to giggle uncontrollably.

Kyra smiled as she moved forward and planted herself at Aello's side while staring very closely at the pycon. She watched it closely, taking in it's movements and expressions. The young kelvic was delighted at what she saw and found the pycon very entertaining. As she sat there, almost face to face with the small clay lady, she could hear the other woman speaking but payed her no attention. "You are..Lily?" She asked politely and waited for an answer. " I am Kyra...and I too enjoy adventures...What sort have you?"

[Aello]

Inwardly, the huntress glowered. She did not take being ignored very lightly, for it was one of the many things she hated. Seeing as it was generally viewed as disrespectful in her own culture, she found it difficult to bite her tongue, and keep her blood had boiling, much as Lily's had recently seemed to. Thus, she sat uneasily, lowering her back against the cave wall, so she could feel the jagged stones pressing against her spine. Needling her sensitive flesh as her gaze smoldered. Capturing the edges of the flame that danced before all of their eyes. "Of course I am Lily," her companion retorted, her tone edged with the opposing para elemental; ice. "Who did you think I was? Your mother's favorite childhood doll? Your Auntie's llama?" The alchemical creation fell silent for a time as red pigmentation continued to flood the rounds of her cheeks, and her unblinking gaze swept over the Kelvic, time and again, sizing her up. As she did so, she also seemed to consider her words. "Now why would the silly giantess Kyra want to know about the adventures I have with Aello?" she finally inquired, drawing a stern gaze from her companion. Suggesting that perhaps she did not wish to share her name just yet, if ever. Another silence befell the pair of wary travelers as they allowed their hearts to quell as their ears prickled, the sound of the rain's patter reverberating off their eardrums and through the length of their waxen canals as the fire continued to crackle. Swaying as wisps of cool autumnal air swept through on various occasions. "Are you hoping you have had better adventures to tell us about?" Lily asked. "Or are you simply wondering what we each consider to be adventure?" The clay figure paused a moment, giving the Kelvic time to answer her line of questioning, should she so choose. "Other than your typical questing for money and other fantastical stories and happenings you may hear of as a child when your mother reads you books," she added as she waved her hands around for effect. "We like to spend time in the forest, hunting for game and fighting scary monsters and evil slavers; bonding as we learn more about each other and ourselves based on how we handle all the obstacles life throws at us. Learning more about the world based on our interactions with the people we find on our travels, who bother to venture through this desolate place." The pycon paused. "Growing closer to our gods as we fight to uphold their ideals when we have no one but each other to guide our respective minds." After that, the pycon fell silent once more, as it began to rain even harder outside. They could all hear it- the thunder of the rain as it pounded against the earth, plopped into gathering puddles. Forming ripples upon recently stilled waters. "I think my favorite though was the one where she met him again," Lily went on, somewhat cryptically. As though she were unsure how much her companion would want her to sure. Unsure if in her heart, she knew it was safe to speak the truth, considering Aello's moods. Her own feelings. That said, she turned to her companion, and asked, "what about you? Which was your favorite Aello?" Spurring the huntress to merely stare at the clay figure, for she scarcely knew where to begin. How to answer. Thus, it would seem, that Aello did not have one to offer.

[Kyra]

Kyra blinked curiously as she stared at the tiny, clay woman. She wondered if she had hurt it's feelings. The young kelvic knew of the ever shifting emotions of humans. That while they were heartless towards others, they wished for their feelings to be considered. Such a human thing to do, but she hadn't imagined, nor could she had guessed that the pycon would react in the same manner. She waited a bit, as the pycon rambled on about childhood dolls and llamas, before she spoke again. "Did I hurt your feelings Lily? I didn't mean too."

She smiled towards her, offering the tiny clay pycon an innocent and apologetic smile. It was a strange day indeed, and the clay figure seemed to show more human-like traits than the human who's leg she rested on. It was a mystery to say the least, and one that Kyra couldn't pass up, she had to know more. The next question the pycon asked caused her to wrinkle her nose and tilt her head abit. "Well....You did mention you had adventures Lily. Did you not?" She waited a tick to see if either would respond and continued onward. "I assumed that you wanted to talk about them, since..you mentioned them. Or were you just stating a fact?" she paused again, looking over the small woman and trying to figure her out. "But you had to know, that I would ask that question..so...."

Her words trailed off as she waited for one of them to speak up. She glanced back up towards the human woman. Her name was Aello, as the pycon had said. Though the woman herself remained silent, as if she didn't wish to speak with Kyra any longer.

It wasn't much of a surprise though, as she had always been more popular with male humans than females, although there were a few of those as well. Her gaze fell upon the pycon again the moment she started to speak. Leaning down more, Kyra arched her back as she stretched her arms out in front of her, spreading her knees apart as she tried to loosen her muscles. "My adventures?" she paused again as she finished stretching and sat up again, bringing her legs together then placing her hands into her lap. "I've had adventures...but they were so long ago I think I forgot." Again she paused, lifting a finger to her lips as her eyes wandered back to the fire. "Or maybe I didn't?"

Kyra started to speak again, but stayed her tongue when the pycon started to ramble on again. So she listened, hanging on the tiny woman's words and watching her little arms as she tossed them about for some kind of effect. The little woman did not disappoint, she spoke of stories about monsters, evil slavers, Gods and the like. It was an impressive list and she could only imagine how much fun it all had been. "You are lucky Lily, I wish I had such adventures..." She listened more, as the rain started to pour even harder, causing her to look back towards the entrance for a chime, before turning back to the women. "Him?" she asked curiously after the pycon decided not to continue.

She noticed the little clay woman staring up towards Aello again as she then fell silent. Kyra mimicked her movements, her gaze also rising to stare upon the woman again. She thought it over for a bit, everything that had happened since the moment she first saw her. The fact that she so easily found shelter, and the tiny clay woman at her side. "Are you a witch Aello?" she asked simply.

[Aello]

The pycon shook her head, although her feelings had been hurt, she was not about to admit it to Kyra, someone who could easily use the information against her, if she so chose. Nor could she have possibly known the Kelvic's intentions, what she would have asked after slight mention. "How could you forget your own adventures?" Lily asked as she stopped shaking her head, and instead, tilted it to one side. "Adventures are meant to be memorable. Something you could never forget, even when you delve into your later years." The pycon paused a moment. "If you cannot recall a good story or two, you obviously have not had any. Shame, someone who looks as old as you should have at least one good tale to tell around a campfire." Again the pycon paused as she forced herself to blink, as though she were growing tired, or perhaps even bored with the other conversationalist. And with your size to ease your travels, and lessen your need to depend on others, you definitely should have done something of merit, Lily thought to herself, although she dared not say such things aloud. As the two spoke, Aello stared into the fire. Watching the shadows of flames dancing. As though they were heathens praying to one of their many gods as they pranced about the pyre. Waving their arms up in the air as they kicked back their legs and shook their heads wildly, whipping their hair around in wide circles as their bodies bounded against the ground, to the thundering of their hearts, and the steady beat of drums. The fire's crackle. "Why wish for something you could so easily obtain?" Lily asked, as she straightened her head out, to peer at the Kelvic head on. "You are strong enough to drag a deer's carcass around, more than likely fit, although, not particularly observant. You are ripe for adventure, why haven't you gone out and had a couple?" Lily asked. "Are you afraid of what you might find? Or that you are not wise enough to handle the world entirely on your own?" Lily went on. "Do you need someone to come with you before you would feel ready to go on a true venture? More than a simple hunt in the woods, sheltered by the trees from one of the first of the season's many coming rains?" Again, the two companions drifted into a silence, broken only by the pattering of the rain, now growing stronger. Enough to overcome the roaring of the nearby fire, although, it was not yet enough to drown out its warmth. Rid the heat from her ivory colored bones. For several ticks, the huntress' gaze continued to wander, her pupils dilating, heightening the far off look in her irises. A sort of trance in which she had entered, where most sounds could not penetrate. Although there was still feeling, enough for her to sense two sets of eyes upon her flesh, boring holes into her very soul. Enough to rouse her from her hiding place so that she may hear the last words spoken rather clearly. Startled by them though she was, her facial expression never shifted, giving away as much. Instead, she merely turned to the pycon, allowing her eyes to settle for but a moment, as though beseeching her to give her a tell tale sign that would allow her to know precisely why she had chosen to share as much as she had. To do everything she had decided to do without so much as consulting her first. But that sign never came, and so Aello was forced to push her time spent brooding aside so as to provide the Kelvic with an answer... of sorts. "Never mind who he is," the huntress said, her voice laced with ice. Although, she scarcely knew which "he" her companion was referring to, considering how many "he's" she had met. After all, she could be referring to any number of people- Clyde, although she had not been there to meet him, and had merely told her about him. Kiochi, the petching blue monkey messenger of Rhysol. Silvas, the druvin, who started this whole mess, among other people. "And I do not know Lily, perhaps the one in which the companions and I ventured into the cave. Although I hate the damned things, at least I did not nearly die that time." She offered a weak smile, although it would be difficult to tell why, with all the talk of death, and perhaps, the slight level of confusion considering how she failed to specify just what it was she hated- the others, or caves. Perhaps even both things, it would not seem much of a stretch, considering her previous speech, and current mood. With eyes sparkling lightly, the huntress stifled an amused chuckle. "Hardly," she whispered, as her eyes passed over the Kelvic's drenched hair. Still sending rivulets spiraling down the length of her exposed flesh, to her simple attire. Colored tendrils seemed to materialize out of the fire's smoke. A misty veil which fanned out in every direction. Blanketing the terrain for several feet in any direction, as well as those who remained inside the cave. She studied the flickering light that was Kyra's own flame. Delicately sniffed the air as her nostrils flared and reddened. For a brief moment her temples stung as the stench of blood reached her. Thick and metallic. Coupling with what she thought was dirt, and something else. Something strange. Musty, and unrecognizable. Like the earth's dampness after a strong rain, but associated with feeling. Could that be the scent of fear? Aello wondered as lines etched on her forehead, and her brow furrowed. Falling into one of the creases. Does fear even have a scent? There was a short pause. Nex always said there was, but I've never sensed it before... because my nose is too weak. Again there was a pause, and why would that be there if she is not afraid of us? I just does not make any sense... For a moment, the huntress remained silent as her gaze faltered, falling onto the deer's carcass just past their hunkered bodies, before returning to Kyra's golden eyes. "And nor are you, and yet, you have dragged an entire body through the rain on your own," Aello whispered. "But you know not a single magic, such as flux which could have aided you, and you do not seem particularly built. As though you have broken a sweat, although it would be difficult to tell with the weather..." Her voice trailed off as she considered the color of Kyra's eyes. How similar they were to Nex's. And yet, there was one stark difference: their pupils. Kyra's seemed a little longer, whilst his were a tad more circular. As she continued to contemplate the strange phenomenon, and her stomach began to churn from the stench of blood, Aello wished she had taken a look at the Kelvic's teeth while had been speaking. It would have been a dead give away, for someone who traveled with their kind. But even so, she was almost certain that she was talking to no human. And even if she were, she had no fear of the risk involved in a false accusation. "You are not as you appear, are you?" the huntress asked. "You are far younger, for one..." The huntress let her voice fall. Perhaps the Kelvic would be wise enough to place the rest of the puzzle pieces on her own. OOCAfter Aello's gaze passes over Lily, she'd turn to Kyra again, sorry there was no where good to fit that in, in the post. And brooding Aello is brooding.

[Kyra]

Kyra continued to stare at the tiny clay woman, she was fascinated by her and found her animated movements to be funny. The world was a large place, and seemingly full of unending wonders and new things to explore. Kyra realized that she had only scratched the surface of this potential, and there was still a whole world out there for her to discover. "I didn't forget exactly, but..it was so long ago, I don't remember it all."

She lowered her gaze to the pycon again, looking to see her expression. In truth, Kyra hadn't forgotten anything, her adventures, as they had been called were her fondest memories. The memories that she kept close to her heart, and wasn't about to share them with just anyone. "Well...I guess...if I haven't the stories to tell, then perhaps you should tell me more of yours." Kyra smiled as she listened, it appeared that the pycon was as curious as she. This was interesting, to find someone to match her question for question. "I'm not afraid of adventure, but..sometimes it is hard to get what one's heart desires..."

Her thoughts wandered of, her gaze following, as she thought of the longing in her soul and that of the blood lust that drove her ever forward towards her goal. It wasn't something she knew how to express in words, yet body language seemed to have showed her true passion well enough. Secrets, her mother used to call them, and although the young kelvic was very curious, she rarely said much about herself. Then it happened, after listening to the pycons words, and reading her preferred way of speaking, she was suddenly filled with even more questions.

Kyra slipped closer, plopping down even closer so that she could look upon the pycon with only an inch between them. She giggled softly, lightly biting the tip of her finger as her golden eyes poured into the tiny clay figure. "Lily?....Do you want to be human?" she asked bluntly. "You do..don't you? That is why you travel with the moody witch. Why you speak the way that you do.." Kyra paused for a tick, glancing up toward Aello again, before lowering her gaze to the pycon again. "You're like her..aren't' you?"

Another silence seemed to take the cave, leaving Kyra to stare between the two, wondering if they had gone mute, or simply fallen asleep while sitting up. The human, Aello wasn't a normal human at all, and even though she denied being a witch, Kyra had her suspicions. She could only smile when Aello mentioned the deer that she had dragged into the cave all on her own. It was true, she had done so, showing an incredible amount of strength, though not without struggle. The woman continued to speak, telling of Kyra's lack of knowledge in magic of sorts.

The young kelvic's lips curved upwards as she slowly sat up, and leaned back on her extended arms. Her golden stare turned fiery red as it reflected the fire's flames. "I am as I appear, aren't we all...Lily?" her smile deepened, as she rose on rest on her hands and knees. " I happen to know a lot of magic..shall I show you...Aello?"

[Aello]

Lily lifted her right hand and then flicked her tiny clay hand, waving the Kelvic off. She did not understand how someone could forget their adventures. Adventures were exciting things. Impossible to forget. Thus, despite all that Kyra told her and her companion, she assumed that she had never truly had any. Or nothing worth mentioning anyway. Or merit. That, or she was too embarrassed to share, or in no mood to, so with all of those thoughts running around her mind, Lily refused to share her own as well. For what was telling a story if you did not get to hear one in return? Slowly, the pycon returned her hand to her side, as the Kelvic continued to speak, and her mistress too. Her ears picked up all their noises, and the howling of the wind, crackling of the fire, patter of the rain. Her clay body felt warm, and then perhaps a little strange as the clay shifted to form lightly etched lines against the length of her forehead. For she had no true brow to speak off, to furrow as her own level of confusion mounted beside that of her companion, whose face was similar. Her bewilderment scarcely masked as her brow arched. Slowly, the pycon shook her head. "No Kyra, I do not want to be a human. Why in all the world would you think that?" Lily asked, to receive a speedy explanation. One that caused her lip to crawl up the length of her right cheek as a thin smile sprouted. "She is hardly a witch, although she can be rather moody at times. Sometimes, I like to think that her feelings mirror the weather. Isn't that right Aello?" she asked as she punched her playfully. The huntress scarcely felt it, she rarely ever felt the presence of her pycon anymore. Having grown used to the weight, much as she had with the death of her family, the weight of her father's old bow, the one she had always carried, and the cursed blade, among other things. Aello's lips did not budge against the sudden shock of the attack, nor did they part when asked a question. She simply stared silently ahead, as the light of the fire played against her features. Its reflection dancing in the dark pool at the center of her eyes as her brow slid back into place, and her forehead's creases fled. Leaving her a blank slate. Placing a mask upon her once expressive features. For a long time, each companion remained silent, simply listening to the roaring of the fire. "What do you mean, like her?" Aello inquired. "Lily and I are about as different as they can come in both mind and body. She being an alchemical creation, a being brought to life by magic. Although, like many modern dolls, she seems little more than a pile of finely sculpted clay, whereas you and I for example, are flesh and blood. And as some who like to dig through corpses might say, water too." The huntress paused a moment, licking her lips as though to wet that which could not have possibly grown all that dry. "And as for our personalities, the only similarities seem to be some of the gods we worship, and perhaps, our appreciation of a good adventure." Again the huntress paused, "but it stops at that, Lily having the heart of a mender, the hands of a healer. I being a huntress, could be considered a tad more destructive, if not far more so." A delicate smile crossed the woman's lips as her eyes settled upon the golden orbs of the stranger once more, her gaze growing to be as relentless as the pycon's. "So you see Kyra," Aello began before she was cut off. "I am as I appear," Lily chimed in. "As am I, although, I am almost positive that the same cannot be said of you," Aello finished the thoughts for her companion. Her lips curling into an even wider grin as her eyes sparkled. "Isn't that right?" she asked again, as her eyes developed a menacing edge. For a moment she waited, in silence, the rain filling it with its endless thunder. The occasional plop causing gathered pools, until recently stilled, to ripple. The sound reverberating off the jagged stone walls that encased them all. It seemed that the Kelvic had been led well enough, agreeing to all she said, although, she did not fully seem to grasp the gravity of it all. Not only that, but she seemed stuck on a notion that was not precisely true. "You know nothing of magic dear one, unless you have travelled with one of the mages for a time, perhaps. Although, your mind would only grasp it in theory. Never in practice, which would be the only proper use of it, I would suppose." For a moment, the huntress paused, "you were just given a singular ability upon your birth by one of the gods. Kihala, the lady of life, most like. Although one can never truly be sure." They are like low grade morphers. the huntress thought to herself as the pycon's gaze shifted from the newcomer to her companion. For a time, the girl did not so much as notice, until she felt the beginnings of two holes boring into her skin, at which time she lowered her gaze. "She is like Alenias?" Lily asked, to receive a small, almost unnoticeable nod. "A Kelvic?" I think so... OOCHrm... me thinks I should spicey this up soon... yesss... yesss....

[Kyra]

Kyra watched the tiny clay hand waving her off, though she wasn't sure of what it was doing. From where she sat, although close by, it appeared that the piece of clay was sort of rippling. It was funny in a way and she had the idea to reach out and pull on the little arm, but decided not too. With all of the strange questions, and awkward answers, she hadn't noticed that her hair had started to dry, and while her clothing was still damp, it wasn't soaked any longer. It would take chimes longer before she could really feel the difference, if she happened to stay by the fire that is.

Kyra grinned as she watched the pycon, and bit her lip as she took in her words. Claiming not to want to be a human. "Are you sure Lily?" she asked and waited to see if the pycon would answer, possibly retract her earlier comment. It wasn't something she knew how to put into words, nor a conversation that she had before that lead to any soft of conclusion. But she had noticed things about humans, and the way they spoke, and behaved. Things that were different from herself and the few other kelvics that she had met.

"Very well..." she finished, deciding to let it go. It didn't matter one way or the other, and perhaps the tiny clay woman simply didn't realize that her actions mirrored that of humans, or more pacifically..the woman beside her.

Many questions were tossed back and forth between the three, and whether the truth, false, or simply misunderstandings occurred. It did, to Kyra at least, seem that they were all talking about completely different subjects..yet connected somehow. Kyra blinked twice as she looked from one to the other, as the rather curious line of questions continued from both sides. Aello was moody, that was obvious, but she didn't see what that had to do with her being a witch. The witches that her mother had told her about were ill tempered against humans, but there was much more to them than that. They were at one with the forest, and could easily speak with the animals as they could with humans.

"I suppose not.." Thinking on the subject more, she remembered that her mother had said that forest witches liked animals, kelvics being one of them. But this woman, she didn't seem like she liked anything..other than the pycon at least. Kyra listened as the two attempted to explain their differences, and leaned over further, resting on her side, with her hand gently cupped against her cheek. "So in other words...I was right, we are as we are." she smiled as she sat up again. "I thought as much."

Kyra smiled innocently as Aello continued to question her about what she was. "We are all different, yes? Have our on will..and way of thinking." Giving another glance at the pycon, she lightly placed her hands on the ground and pushed herself up and back to her feet. A subtle rumble tickled her belly and her gaze once again fell on the elk that she had slain. "It is strange, how ones so different all ended up in a cave together...maybe we aren't so different?"

A soft giggle slipped from her lips as she turned on her heels to face them again, the hair on her head, no longer matted to her flesh shuffled about around her neck. "No, we're very different...especially you." It was odd that the woman insisted that she knew nothing of magic when she had only just met her. Kyra had never seen this woman before, and she wasn't in Ravok when she and Marcelo had traveled there. She hadn't seen the spectacular and wonders they had created for the crowds and left them in awe.

There was also Clyde, a mage who used a very different and much more dangerous type of magic. She hadn't worked with Clyde as she had Marcelo, but she considered their brand of magic real enough. To her as long as it got the job done...that was all that mattered. "You seem to know a lot about me Aello, are you sure you're not a forest witch?"

[Aello]

Aello shook her head lightly, tousling her long mane of chestnut colored hair. The waves rippling down the length of her shoulders as the frayed edges caressed her neck. Tickling it as she turned her gaze towards the far side of the fire. "Sure as one can be," she whispered, before falling silent again, leaving the elements to fill the void. Constant crackling accompanied by trickling rain, running off the cave mouth in rivulets. For a time, all remained silent and unnaturally still within the cave. The outer portion of the rock, laden with moss, hidden behind a thicket of trees absorbing the brunt of the element's attack. Water flowed through the splits in the rock with relative ease, until it landed against the first of the season's ice. Slowly melting as the warmer liquid ran adjacent to its flesh. With time, the rock split further, a low cracking noise which reverberated off the jagged black. Although the noise was lost on the girls, to far to be reached. The rain drowning the noise out as a lightning fissure shot through the stone, and the first pebbles shook from the cave's ceiling. Falling into puddles, they rattled against the cavernous hall before the ground began to tremble with the breaking of the earth. Large jagged stones cascaded down the length of the mouth, tumbling into the area. Filling the emptiness in a staggering wall which left little of the outside world to the camp's sight. The huntress scarcely breathed as she watched it all happen, a darkness settling over the cave which had not quite been there before. She did not move, there was no time to move. No where to go, unless she intended on running directly into the stone waterfall, allowing a piercing edge to impale her as she tried to escape. Her heart skipped a few beats as her eyes widened in slight, and the fire flickered. Swaying back and forth from the force of the fall, slowly shrinking towards the charred underbellies of the kindling she had used to create it. With the last stone settling into place, the huntress gingerly lifted her pycon, and placed her beside the fire before easing herself onto her feet. With measured strides, she made herself over to the rock slide, and pressed her hand against one of the larger, relatively flat stones toward the bottom. It felt cold, and her palms pressed against beads of moisture. Uneasy, she uncoiled her muscles, ignoring how they sprang beneath the surface of her skin as she put some force behind her arm, and grunted as her feet slid back. She chewed her lower lip as she pushed with all of her strength, and then added her spare hand. Pushing with a might that was no where near enough to get the stone to budge. Growling in frustration, the huntress stepped back. "We are trapped," she called out to the others before turning back to them. "Kyra, why don't you go up ahead and see if there's another dry branch. We can light a torch and look for another way out. Make camp a bit of a ways down if the storm proves to last by the time we find it," she added, as she returned to her things. Packed her drying clothes up, and placed Lily in her pocket so she would not lose her. When she was done with that she rummaged through her bag for a leftover strip of cloth to bind the stick Kyra would find in. When she found one, she placed it over the length of her arm, before putting her pack back in place, and retrieving her weapons. With everything back where it belonged, the huntress turned back to Kyra. "Did you find one?" she asked. "Or are we going on our vision alone?" she inquired, before gazing back at the animal's corpse, wondering if the girl would want to pack any for the road. After all, what use was hunting when you were expected to let everything go to waste? What a poor use of life that would be. An insult to Caiyha herself. After a moment, Aello turned back to Kyra, and allowed her eyes to settle on the Kelvic's own. "Are you ready?" the huntress asked. "It will do us no good to settle here for long. If the path ahead proves to be of any great length, we'd best be going, less we suffer from thirst or hunger." Again she eyed the meat, "if you don't have enough for yourself, I would carve as much as you can carry off that thing before we go. Hopefully we can make a fire and cook it a little later," she added as she stepped forward, into the cave's depths. Darkness, scarcely illuminated by the dancing lights of her mastered magical art. OOCUh... don't kill me?

[Kyra]

Kyra turned away again, lightly strolling across the cave walls, light steps taking care not to slip and stumble against the rocks and lumps in the cave floor. Perhaps the woman wasn't a witch, she had said as much and the kelvic didn't have any evidence to prove otherwise. It had been a strange encounter, the woman curious, and adding the tiny clay woman only made her seem like..something else. But there was more, Kyra wanted her to be a witch, she had never met one before, and when she was younger, she had wanted this for a long time.

Sadly it was not to be and this made the woman seem that much more boring to her. Still, there was the pycon, a tiny woman of clay who seemed to have mastered sarcasm, and rudeness in the way that human's used them. Adventures the little one had spoke of, though she refused to tell Kyra of them until she told of her own tales. She hadn't wanted to. but the conversation was dieing quickly and with the rain still pouring, she was stuck in the cave for the time being. Looking back to them, she smiled sweetly. Maybe it was time to...

The young kelvic's thoughts passed, when a sudden claimer, and thunderous booming occurred as the cave shook and the rocks fell from the ceiling. It happened fast and Kyra had only enough time to turn and jump backwards against the wall closest to her. A soft, low grumble was suffered into her throat as she swallowed her panic. They were trapped inside the cave now with darkness surrounding them. Her eyes widen, darting about the cave as she took in her prison. "This is not good...Not at all."

Kyra started towards the closed off entrance as Aello stepped forward to investigate it. She had hoped that they could discover a way to free themselves, maybe even dig out a space in which they could crawl out. Moving to Aello's side, Kyra started to inspect the walling, pushing and kicking at the rocks. Nothing worked against the harden stones that were fixed so tightly together one might think it had been so for years. Turning away from the wall, Kyra moved back further into the cave to look around for another exit. When Aello taxed her with the mission to find a dry branch, Kyra nodded and headed off with a simple statement. "It's too bad you're not a witch..Aello."

The cave was much darker further back, but luckily she could still see well enough. There was a musky smell in the air, growing thicker as she moved deeper into the shadows. Step after step drawing her closer, until there was darkness all around her, completely hiding her from from sight. The sound of the rain upon the surface barely reached her ears and she couldn't tell if it was getting worse or slowing down. Finally she happened upon two sticks, long in length, though not much thickest to them. They seemed more like twigs, if not for the length and broad ending.

Continuing to look, she decided not to settle for those and moved about to find a much thicker branch further down, somewhat hidden amongst a mix of vines and rocks. She returned moments later to find that Aello was all packed up and ready to leave. Kyra handed her the branch, while looking curiously for the pycon. "Where is Lily?" She took the moment, to search Aello's pack and body until she found the tiny pycon in her pocket. "What are you doing in there Lily? Are you frightened?" she waited for the tiny clay woman to answer, before raising her gaze to Aello's.

"I suppose that would be the smart choice, yes.." she turned away from them, reaching inside her cloak to pull her dagger from hip. Dropping down beside the deer's corpse, she started to carve out the hunky flesh. It would take some time, due to the small size of her weapon, which caused her to start to pull and rip away as much as she could. Once she was finished, Kyra slipped the bloody pieces of meat into her backpack and flung it back over her shoulder. Standing again, she moved to Aello's side and followed her into the depths of the cave.